Ellie had been debating attending the celebration since the flyers started showing up.
She had lost most of her edginess about being seen; a good many people now knew she was at the Manor and there'd been no untoward incidents yet. Still, this party was outside, at night, and John's recent misadventure had reminded her that she had reason to be cautious, especially outside the confines of the Manor proper. Just because Beelzebub or Triskelle or their ilk hadn't appeared to haul her in for interrogation was no guarantee they never would, and even if Adam could prevent her actual capture, he probably wouldn't appreciate the ruckus it would cause. So she'd waited until the last minute to make up her mind.
It was the promise of music (and perhaps dancing?) more than anything that finally drew her out to the site, where she was relieved to see Odin and a slender silhouette a bit further off that she was fairly certain was Crowley. The slightly spacey young girl she'd seen the night Mictain had Fallen was only a young witch, not much help if the worst should happen, but no real threat either. Sweet Hermes had his godly mojo working, too, by the looks of him. She should be safe enough.
"Good evening," she called as she strolled toward the wood heap. "Lovely night for a bonfire."
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She had lost most of her edginess about being seen; a good many people now knew she was at the Manor and there'd been no untoward incidents yet. Still, this party was outside, at night, and John's recent misadventure had reminded her that she had reason to be cautious, especially outside the confines of the Manor proper. Just because Beelzebub or Triskelle or their ilk hadn't appeared to haul her in for interrogation was no guarantee they never would, and even if Adam could prevent her actual capture, he probably wouldn't appreciate the ruckus it would cause. So she'd waited until the last minute to make up her mind.
It was the promise of music (and perhaps dancing?) more than anything that finally drew her out to the site, where she was relieved to see Odin and a slender silhouette a bit further off that she was fairly certain was Crowley. The slightly spacey young girl she'd seen the night Mictain had Fallen was only a young witch, not much help if the worst should happen, but no real threat either. Sweet Hermes had his godly mojo working, too, by the looks of him. She should be safe enough.
"Good evening," she called as she strolled toward the wood heap. "Lovely night for a bonfire."